The Angels of Life and Death Series: Series 1
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Life asked Death "Why do people love me, but hate you?" Death responded "Because you are a beautiful lie, and I 'm a painful truth."
Death has been alive for many years, centuries to be more exact, and he often wondered if there was more to his existence. He often wondered if he was to do more then just reap souls and end lives. He would look down to the earth, stare at the many people, the people who he knew were going to become subject to the fate brought on by Death himself. He pitied them, he pitied them all. They all lived in hopes to be happy one day and he never understood why. They could be rich or poor, happy or sad, beautify or retched, but they all had the same fate. They would all sooner or later be greeted by the clad figure of Death and his legendary scythe. Many people look up to Angels, they worship them, but Death has realized long ago that he will never be cherished. He will be forever hated and he knows why but that doesn’t mean he understands. He was just doing his job. But when he looks into the faces of those whose loves ones he had taken, he can see their anguish, their sorrow, their hatred …show more content…
He, the great Angel of Death feels no emotion. He’s taken so many lives, be it innocent or guilty, young or old, he’s taken them all and he feels absolutely nothing. It’s his job, a job he was made for. As every day went by The Angel of Death stood in the sky and he watched. He watched the humans from up above and he waited for the moment in which he would swoop down and take their very last breath. Every second, every minute, every hour was the same. Every day, every year, every century was an ongoing repetition. The people were different but his purpose always remained the same. His purpose was to take, to take and not feel. Death was perfection and feeling is imperfection. Angels aren’t meant to fall in love. But that all changed during one eventual
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Life asked Death "Why do people love me, but hate you?" Death responded "Because you are a beautiful lie, and I 'm a painful truth."
Death has been alive for many years, centuries to be more exact, and he often wondered if there was more to his existence. He often wondered if he was to do more then just reap souls and end lives. He would look down to the earth, stare at the many people, the people who he knew were going to become subject to the fate brought on by Death himself. He pitied them, he pitied them all. They all lived in hopes to be happy one day and he never understood why. They could be rich or poor, happy or sad, beautify or retched, but they all had the same fate. They would all sooner or later be greeted by the clad figure of Death and his legendary scythe. Many people look up to Angels, they worship them, but Death has realized long ago that he will never be cherished. He will be forever hated and he knows why but that doesn’t mean he understands. He was just doing his job. But when he looks into the faces of those whose loves ones he had taken, he can see their anguish, their sorrow, their hatred …show more content…
He, the great Angel of Death feels no emotion. He’s taken so many lives, be it innocent or guilty, young or old, he’s taken them all and he feels absolutely nothing. It’s his job, a job he was made for. As every day went by The Angel of Death stood in the sky and he watched. He watched the humans from up above and he waited for the moment in which he would swoop down and take their very last breath. Every second, every minute, every hour was the same. Every day, every year, every century was an ongoing repetition. The people were different but his purpose always remained the same. His purpose was to take, to take and not feel. Death was perfection and feeling is imperfection. Angels aren’t meant to fall in love. But that all changed during one eventual